"What are you doing?" The big blond boy, Luther, I think, questions Five. His siblings are gathered around him at the kitchen table, watching him make a sandwich. The ingredients are scattered about on a worn cutting-board. The place is dimly lit, the only light source coming from a window above the sink, and a dull lamp on the counter.
I watch a ways away, leaning against the wall. I wouldn't want to impose on Five's family reunion. Though, they steal glances at me occasionally.
"Making a sandwich." He answers plainly, eyeing his brother. He's huge. "You look ridiculous by the way."
"It's been seventeen years, Five. Where have you been?" Luther ignores his insult, crossing his thick arms.
Five mindlessly spreads peanut butter on a slice of bread. "It's been a lot longer than that." He scoffs, sprinkling some mini marshmallows on top.
I find myself craving a sandwich myself, but with honey replacing the marshmallows. Used to have it all the time as a kid.
"What happened to you?" A smaller feminine voice asks him. She has long, mouse-y hair with a rather large forehead. That's probably Vanya, the powerless one.
